A. S. Lawrence

Joined June 2021

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Pleasure Hour
"Why didn't you do your helmet time yesterday, Leaf?" Leaf stared at the floor and felt his head boil with indignation. "I had chores to do. I already felt fine..." said Leaf.
By A. S. Lawrence2 days ago in Fiction
Persona Virus
Attention: This is not a drill. The internet has a virus, and it's set to kill. The words are cracked with hate, and they're making minds a meal.
By A. S. Lawrence4 days ago in Poets
Memory Banks
"...beep..." "Can you hear me?" "...beep..." "Can you hear me?" "Yes...wh...where am I?" "You're home." "What is my name?"
By A. S. Lawrence9 days ago in Fiction
How to Conquer an Interdimensiomal Time Demon
So, you've decided to wake up and be a human being again! Our felicitations to you for your astoundingly good investment. Here at Lawrence Enterprises, we appreciate your patronage, and we hope to assist you in the set-up and use of your new (or refurbished) life.
By A. S. Lawrence16 days ago in Fiction
Torch
Little fire gives light and warmth beyond the stave and a symbol too.
By A. S. Lawrence23 days ago in Poets
In You And Dough
Warm apple pie soothes as we embrace below sheets sharing gooey spoon
By A. S. Lawrence23 days ago in Poets
The Climax of Fire
The last flame sows the first flame. Any attempt to end carries a beginning within its conception. The energy of the last flame
By A. S. Lawrenceabout a month ago in Poets
The Art of the Slide
Moving diagonally downward through the snow, at accelerated speeds, on a piece of plastic, wood, or metal. Why is it fun? In the colder months, when a good snow falls, I take my children to a hill, and we participate in this rite of fun.
By A. S. Lawrence2 months ago in Humans
If
I travel still and find a way as choiceful branches turn My path for now confined within the shell of your gray bark A newborn trail from root to fruit with every lesson learned.
By A. S. Lawrence2 months ago in Poets
A Padlocked Square and Tombstone Chair
Without our fire, I'd omit my own name. I cannot accept their tombstone chair. I refuse to be stone or forget our old flame.
By A. S. Lawrence2 months ago in Poets
Banking Dreams
shards of thieves and bards drifting through the thee and you resting upon my waking head like morning dew as I lay in bed
By A. S. Lawrence2 months ago in Poets
Concentric Circles in Space
My mind travels in concentric loops. It moves in circles around a point, like the planets revolve around the sun, or like water around a toilet bowl. (Dr. Patty Lovarco just screamed at me that planetary orbits are ellipses and not circles.)
By A. S. Lawrence2 months ago in Humans